by Harper Sloan
The Bridal March sounds, and I tear my gaze from him as I watch Olivia walk down the aisle. Looking at Dad, who’s standing in front of Knox, I can see that he’s beaming. I have to blink a few times to stop the tears from falling. As I watch the ceremony play out in front of me, I almost feel the urge to pinch myself as it seems like a dream, watching Dad finally pledge his love to someone.
At the reception, I’m finishing putting the Just Married sign on the back of Evelyn when Knox finds me in the parking lot. He pulls me into him, pressing his groin against my thigh, letting me know he’s hard, that he wants me.
Grinning up at him, I shake my head. “Seriously?”
He lets out a laugh as he shrugs. “Someone once told me weddings were a turn-on. I’m beginning to think she was right,” he says, winking at me.
“Well, you’re two for two. No reason to ruin your streak,” I tell him, remembering Jace and Lexi’s wedding as well as our own. So we like to sneak off at weddings. Like he said, there’s just something about them.
Leaning down, he presses a kiss against my forehead. “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he growls into my ear as I cuddle up in his warm embrace, remembering our own wedding day and the two surprises that came shortly after.
Moments later, my man’s pulling away and leading me back into the ballroom of the hotel where the reception’s being held. When he spots the happy couple, he grins down at me, and I know what he’s thinking.
“Let’s go congratulate the newlyweds and then get the hell out of here while we can.”
Looking around to find them, I spot Dad and Olivia greeting their guests, but when I see that they have Cade and Chloe, our five-month-old twins, I stop Knox before he can lead me across the room. I can see that my dad and Olivia are having fun showing the babies off, and I know it’ll be a while before they hand them back over. This is one of the many reasons that grandparents are so awesome, and I’m going to take advantage of it, stealing a few moments away with my husband while I can. Knox’s parents love the twins, and they’re almost overwhelming when it comes to wanting to watch them. Even still, I’m wary of my babies being gone for too long, so it’s been a while since we’ve had a night alone.
“What are you doing, Charlie?”
“Back away slowly. The way I see it, we have at least ten minutes. That’s long enough, right?”
I can hear him chuckle behind me, and I let out a yelp when he picks me up and carries me out the door, into the elevator, and up to our room. He doesn’t put me down until he drops me on the bed, where he promptly joins me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I cherish the feel of him pressed up against my body. “I love those two, but they have me so tired that I don’t know if I want to take this break to nap or let you have your way with me.”
He unzips my dress, and I stand to step out of it, careful to lay it out on a chair so it doesn’t get wrinkled. I quickly get out of the lingerie I’m wearing underneath. When I turn back to him, he’s already out of his uniform and waiting for me. And when I say he’s waiting for me, I mean all of him is one hundred percent ready.
Pulling me onto his lap, Knox runs a finger down my back as I straddle his waist.
“We can nap later, babe. Right now, I’m too turned on after seeing you in and now out of that dress.”
“I don’t know, Rugged. They were up all night last night, and Lexi said they slept all the way through the wedding, so I’m afraid it’s going to be a long night.” I’m only teasing, knowing I’m too sexually charged to even think about sleep right now.
He wraps his arms around me, and pulls me in so our chests press against each other. “I don’t know how much sleep you’ll get tonight, but it won’t be because of the twins,” he says, grinning at me.
I pull back, wondering what he means. “What are you saying?”
“I may have arranged for Jace and Lexi to keep the kids tonight,” he tells me, and he barely gets the words out before I grab his face and plant a big, wet kiss on his lips. I love my twins, I really do, but the thought of a night of sleep without hearing a baby cry? Yeah, my husband is definitely getting lucky at least twice tonight.
“Lexi’s taking on the twins and Maya? She’s a saint.” Knowing that Lexi already has her hands full with her one-year-old, I feel a little bad that she’s going to be juggling three babies, but I push the thought aside. “Have I told you that you’re the best husband ever?”
“Only one or two hundred times, but that’s probably the same amount of times you’ve called me an ass, too.”
Lifting up, I guide him to my entrance and sink down until I’m fully filled, but I remain still. “Yeah, well you’re the best husband ever who can sometimes be an ass. But you’re my ass and I love you. That’ll never change. Not even when you pretend you don’t know a dirty diaper when you smell one and then hand a baby to me before disappearing.”
Knox leans in close, pressing a kiss to my lips as he lifts his hips up, trying to get me to move. “What can I say? My sense of smell must be going out,” he jokes, grinning at me before he pulls back and stares deep into my eyes as he rocks up into me. “I love you, Charlotte Rose Wellington, and I always will. That’s a fucking promise.”
The End
Incinerate - Bonus Scene 1
“RUGGED, GET your ass out here, or we’re going to be late!” Shaking my head at my woman’s dramatics, I slip on what I know is her favorite white Henley, chuckling at her impatience.
When I finally make my way to the living room, I spot Charlie in the middle of the room, waiting on me. Walking up to her, I wrap her up in my arms and lean in to press a kiss to her forehead as my hands slide down her back until they’re cupping her ass. Her very fine ass.
“Sweetheart, you’re a goddamn fucking vision,” I whisper, and I smile as I feel her shiver underneath me. “But then again, you always have been.”
She pulls away and swats at my arm. “Keep your roaming hands off me, Wellington. We have an appointment to get to. One that I sure as hell don’t want to miss.”
Her teasing tone makes my dick jerk, especially with the use of our surname. I thought I’d laid claim on Charlie that night in the bar, but the moment the priest declared us Mr. and Mrs. Knox Wellington, an even greater primal instinct took over, and every time I look at her, all I can think is She’s mine.
When I said I Do to Charlie, we had no fucking clue she was already pregnant, but life apparently thought it was in the cards for us. And now? I couldn’t imagine my woman not carrying my child. Just don’t tell her that. She kind of freaked out when she couldn’t stop puking during the honeymoon. Me on the other hand, instead of freaking out, I felt an overwhelming sense of pride knowing I’d done my primal duty in knocking her up, and I can’t fucking wait to watch as her body changes. Call me a Neanderthal, but it’s true. We’re about to head to her first doctor’s appointment, and I know I’m just as eager as she is.
Laughing it off, I lean down and place a kiss on her cheek. “My roaming hands will take a rain check, but you know I get impatient, sweetheart.”
She turns her head and captures my lips with her own, and my dick swells as she deepens the kiss. My wife has mastered the art of teasing, and I know she’s doing it on purpose since we’re short on time. I should pull away before my erection strains any harder against my jeans, but her taste is intoxicating. The rest of the world fades away as my mouth connects with hers, and I don’t miss her small moan as I slide my hand up to cup her breast.
Instead of letting my woman win this one, I pull back first, causing her to whimper, and I just reply with a grin. I turn her around and slap her on the ass. “Like you said baby, we’re gonna be late. I know you can’t keep your hands off me, but we’ve gotta go.”
She scowls at me playfully, but moves to get her purse. “I’d make you pay for that later, but something tells me I won’t last very long. Lucy wasn’t kidding when she said pregnancy makes you horny as hell.”
Laughing, I le
t my hand fall on the small of her back as I lead her to the car. “Sweetheart, someone’s going to pay, and I guarantee, it’s not going to be me.”
IT’S CHARLIE’S first ultrasound appointment, and I’m honestly on edge. When I proposed to her, I didn’t have a single moment of hesitation, and when she said sooner rather than later, I was overjoyed. Yeah, I’d have rather gone to Vegas, but Wade told me he’d kick my ass if I didn’t let him give his little girl away. And as hardcore as Charlie can be, she’s her Daddy’s girl and there was no way I was going to win that battle. In the end, I was more than okay to give in. When she walked down that aisle, she took my breath away and I was glad we hadn’t opted for a quickie wedding. As excited as I was to give her my name, the thought of starting a family so soon never crossed my mind, and I was, admittedly, scared shitless for a split second when she showed me the positive pregnancy test.
That being said, I know my wife. She’s a strong, intelligent, gentle woman, and if anyone was going to birth my babies, it would be her. It would only always be her. Hell, it might be sooner than later, but the thought of expanding mine and Charlie’s family? Music to my goddamn fucking ears.
“Hello, Charlie. Mr. Wellington,” Dr. Foster says, holding her hand out to me for a shake.
My woman smiles at her warmly, and they begin speaking about the pregnancy as the doctor asks a bunch of questions that I couldn’t care less to know the answers to. It’s not until she wheels some machine around that I start to pay attention. Charlie leans back on the bed and pulls her top up as Dr. Foster squirts a clear gel substance over her stomach and started rubbing the wand on her skin.
My heart begins to race as I watch the screen. It hits me like a tons of fucking bricks that I, Knox Wellington, am going to be a dad. It’s surreal. The past year has been a whirlwind, from meeting Charlie, falling for her, and reconciling with my family. Things with Branson were touch and go for a bit, but now that we’ve had time to lay old wounds to rest, our relationship is started to repair itself. I vow right here and now to never let my family have a rift that leads to ten years of separation like what happened with my own parents and brother. Although with Charlie as their mom, I know I never even have to worry about that happening.
“Whew,” Dr. Foster says, sucking in a deep breath before turning to the both of us. Charlie squeezes my hand tightly and we wait in anticipation.
“What’s going on?” I ask impatiently.
A huge grin spreads over her face. “I hope you two are ready, because I’m detecting not one, but two heartbeats. Congratulations, you two. You’re having twins!”
I feel like the wind is knocked out of me. I was already reeling from the idea of becoming a father to one, but two? Holy hell, they better not both be girls, or I’ll be outnumbered. Holy fucking shit. I’m having twins. Charlie looks at me with wide eyes, the surprise in them mirroring my own.
One year ago I was on the verge of declaring my love in a bar full of people. I never, in a million years, thought I’d be shacked up, tied down, and having Sunday dinners with my now pregnant wife and my parents. More than that? I had no freaking clue I was on the verge of being a father. Let alone to twins.
“Knox?” Charlie’s voice is laced with hesitation and I look down at her. “Say something.”
As I shake my head in disbelief, she lets out a sigh of relief when a slow smile spreads over my face. “Damn, sweetheart. You always have to go all out, don’t you? Couldn’t let Lucy or Lexi outdo you?”
“Go big or don’t go at all, right? You once told me that soon after you make me your wife, you’d make me the mother of your child. You made sure that came true, didn’t you?” she accuses teasingly.
“Hey, I said child. I never imagined we’d be having one, let alone two less than eight months after our wedding. Wade’s going to kick my ass,” I mutter, even though I know he’ll be more than thrilled at the prospect of being a granddad. Mom’s been bugging me about it since last Christmas, and I decide two more Wellingtons in the world is a good thing. “Let’s just hope the all boy Wellington trend continues. I’m not sure I can handle having two little Charlies running around.”
She laughs and just shakes her head. Dr. Foster clears her throat, and I watch as she begins to point to my kids on the screen. My fucking kids. Now, I’ve never been a crier, but I’m man enough to admit that tears begin to well up in my eyes at the prospect of Charlie having my children, especially once the sound of their heartbeats fills the room. Not one, but two quick thumping sounds echo in my brain and I know I’m a goner. With Charlie I may have had to put up a fight, but these two? It’s love a first fucking sight, sound, and it’s going to be a long seven months until they’re here.
I listen as Charlie and the doc talk shop, and I zone out as I continue to stare at the screen, even though the wand is no longer on her belly. My ears perk up when I hear them talking due dates. March 27, 2015. My heart starts racing knowing there’s a firm, even though it’s estimated, due date. It seems so damn far away, but so fucking soon at the same time and I realize there’s so much shit to do.
When we leave the doctor’s office, I wince at the sight of Evelyn.
“What’s that look for, Knox?” Charlie asks me as we head home.
Letting out a deep sigh, I gesture to the backseat. “It’s been a damn good run. I’m gonna miss this girl.”
She looks at me with a shocked expression. “What are you talking about? Why are you going to miss her?”
“Think about it, baby. There’s no way we’re fittin’ two car seats back there. Like I said. A good run. Lots of good memories,” I tell her, giving her a wink.
“Knox Wellington, you are not getting rid of this car. I won’t allow it,” she insists, narrowing her gaze at me. “I have a perfectly good car, and eventually we can get a third if we have to, but Evelyn’s staying.”
Dropping the subject, I just shake my head at her. She sits next to me stewing the entire way home. It’s not until I’m parked in the garage that she finally turns to me. “Don’t you dare sell Evelyn,” she warns, before slamming the door shut and stomping out of the garage.
Chuckling after her, I give Evelyn a reassuring pat, and follow my woman inside.
BE CAREFUL what you wish for. I’d joked around with Lucy about having triplets, never actually thinking I’d end up with multiples. When Dr. Foster said we were having twins, I had to gape at her, waiting for her to say she was kidding. Knox looked equally as shocked, but as the appointment went on, the more used to the idea I became. In fact, I decided it might even be fun. Knox and I both love a challenge, and I think this will be the biggest one we’re going to face.
Fortunately he dropped all the nonsense of getting rid of Evelyn, but I have a feeling it was just for the time being. Knowing my husband, he’ll bring it up again when I’m not in the right state of mind, and I know I need to beat him to it.
I come out of the bedroom and go to the living room where he’s lounging on the couch. He sits up when he sees me in a silk robe, my legs bare, and I know my hardened nipples can be seen through the thin material.
“What’re doing, baby?” he asks, swallowing hard as I approach.
His hands come up to grip my hips when I straddle his lap. I can feel his growing erection as I grind myself into him, and I’m thankful he’s wearing basketball shorts, making this even easier.
“We got exciting news today. I want to celebrate, and I can’t think of a better way to do it,” I whispers in his ear before trailing kisses down his jaw. He moves to grab me, but I pull away. “Let me do this.”
Slowly I get out of his lap and kneel on the floor in front of him. My hands grip the hem of his shorts and he lifts up so I can pull them off, allowing his erection to spring free. I bite my lip at the sight of it, and look up at him with a devilish grin. Leaning forward, I slide my tongue on the tip of his cock, his eyes going hooded at the contact. I pull him further into my mouth, and proceed to suck, nibble, and lick with a hungry ferv
or that has me clenching my own thighs together, wishing I could straddle his lap and ride him wild. He rests his head on the back of the couch as his hand comes down to the top of my head.
“Oh yeah, baby. Just like that. I’m so fucking close,” he pants, and that’s my cue.
I gradually slow my movements and pull back until he’s no longer in my mouth. His head comes up and he looks at me with questioning eyes.
“If you want to finish, then you better follow me,” I instruct, getting up and heading for the garage without looking back. I can feel his heated gaze on me, but I push through the side door and step out into the cool air as I made my way across the lawn.
Thankful my robe covered everything so my neighbors didn’t get an eyeful, I quickly discard it and situate myself on the hood of Knox’s car. The door bursts open behind me, and his eyes widen when he catches the sight before him, and he quickly shuts the door. My own eyes widen when I see that he didn’t pull his shorts back on. Thankful it’s dark, I tell myself no one saw him. Crooking my finger at him, I give him a seductive, beckoning look.
“The only way I’m letting you finish is if you fuck me right here, right now.” Knox apparently needs a reminder of why we can’t let her go, and I’m going to give it to him.
He stalks towards the car and I spread my legs when he settles in between them. As he leans down to place two hands on the side of the car, his cock brushes up against my awaiting pussy and I want nothing more than for him to sink into me right now.